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(Mac discovers a wedding ring on a dead girl)
Mac: Someone out there is missing a wife.
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Danny: You hear about that body?
Stella: The one by the River Cafe? Yeah, I caught it on the police portable when I was in the shower.
Danny: (smiling) Why doesn't that surprise me?
Stella: The job never stops, Danny.
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Aiden: Dr. Hawkes was dead on, the wife inhaled something she shouldn't have… "fry sticks".
Mac: Laced cigarettes.
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(Mac, Danny and Aiden board a garbage barge in search of evidence)
Mac: It's our job to sift and isolate the garbage from the evidence.
Danny: What's the dimensions on the barge.
Mac: About 140 by 38 feet.
Danny: About half the size of a football field.
Aiden: My kit's fully stocked, bring it!
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Mac: (to Ivanov) I guess when Zoya asked you to take care of her, paralyzing her from the eyes down wasn't what she had in mind… was it doctor?
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Mac: (sitting next to the comatosed woman) I'm so tired. I used to sit like this with my wife. Her name was Claire. She died on 9/11. Nobody saw it coming. I was cleaning out the closet the other day, and I... I found this beach ball. And I remembered it was my wife who blew it up. I never told anybody this, but I got rid of everything that reminded me of Claire. Too painful. The one thing I couldn't throw away was that beach ball. Her breath is still in there.
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Mac: Why?
Stella: What?
Mac: Why, Stella, why does he do it? What's the connection? Why does he lock women inside their own bodies?
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Mac: (to Bogdhan Ivanov) You're not a doctor. You're a murderer with a medical degree.
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Mac: You know what they say about men who study too much data.
Dr. Giles: They become a statistic?
Mac: Something like that.
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Danny: Hey, mind if I swab him, Flack?
Flack: Be my guest. You won't have any problem gettin' his mouth open. He won't shut up.
Danny: I'd like to take a buccal swab for a DNA sample. It'll only take a second. Open up.
(Carson Silo – the homeowner shakes his head)
Danny: Sir, open up your mouth, please.
(Silo continues to shake his head.)
Danny: Sir!
Flack: Open your mouth, Mr. Silo. You like things with soft tips in your mouth, am I right?
Silo: Hey, that's harassment ... oh!
(Danny grabs Mr. Silo's chin and takes the swab. Detective Flack stands up.)
Danny: Thank you.
(Danny caps the swab and heads to leave.)
Danny: Hoops on Saturday, Flack. Don't forget. (exits)
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(Danny and Aiden go through a suspect's apartment)
Danny: No pictures, no personal effects, not a partial, nothing. What's this guy live in, gloves?
Aiden: (shining blacklight on a sheet with semen traces) I'm gettin' all kinds of love over here.
Danny: I think he got tipped off.
Aiden: I think he got off.
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(Flack is talking to the second vic's boyfriend.)
Jason Parnell: I never saw that house in my life. I swear on my grandmother.
Flack: Alright, let me arrest him for swearing on his grandmother.
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Stella: What time did you get in?
Mac: I never went home.
Stella: Can't sleep?
Mac: What's sleep?
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Danny: Good morning, dear.
Stella: Do I have a tail back there?
Danny: Sorry. Good morning, Stella.
Stella: Better.